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Yang Guang stared at the screen, his eyebrows slightly raised.

The dog in the video paced around once before suddenly walking to a large floor-to-ceiling mirror in the living room.

It just stared straight at itself in the mirror.

I stared at it for a full two minutes.

Sudden.

Two dark red streams of liquid flowed from the corners of the German Shepherd's eyes, appearing eerily dark black under the night vision lens.

Those were tears of blood!

Just then, Big Black seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned its head, staring straight at the direction of the surveillance camera.

Even through the screen, Yang Guang could feel that it was a look that only a human could have.

It was filled with resentment, bitterness, and even a hint of mockery.

Followed by.

Big Black actually grinned and laughed at the camera!

Those two rows of sharp canine teeth looked particularly chilling on the screen, and the smile was extremely eerie, sending a chill down your spine from the soles of your feet to the top of your head.

Zhou Dacheng, standing nearby, trembled uncontrollably and instinctively took two steps back, exclaiming, "My goodness!"

"That's fucking terrifying!"

Mr. Zhao's hands were trembling as he held his coffee cup: "Master, look at this... what exactly is this thing?"

"My dog, Dahei, is usually very well-behaved; he would never do something like that!"

Yang Guang tossed the phone back to Boss Zhao, then grabbed an apple from the table and took a bite: "Boss Zhao, your dog has been robbed."

"Transform into a book?"

Mr. Zhao was completely bewildered; how did this involve gaming terminology?

Yang Guang said irritably, "It's possession, haven't you heard of resurrection through possession of another's body?"

"Your big black dog has been possessed by some unclean, dirty thing, and judging by its skill, the one that possessed it is definitely a ghost who died a violent death."

Chu Sheng chimed in, "Brother Guang is right!"

"This dog has even learned to give the camera a sly smile. If it weren't for its size, it could probably give your coffee shop a cigarette."

"Mr. Zhao."

"This humble monk sees that this dog is terminally ill. How about I give it a physical send-off with a porcelain cup, sending it to the Western Paradise?"

When Mr. Zhao heard that Dahei was to be beaten to death, his face turned green. He quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, Master. I raised Dahei from a cub. He's like half a son to me."

"Can you think of a way to drive that ghost away and save my dog, Dahei, from death?"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes and threw the fruit pit into the trash can.

"Alright, alright, with me here, keeping this dog alive is a piece of cake."

"But I need to go back and prepare first, and bring a professional tool with me."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Dacheng's eyes lit up: "Master Yang, what top-tier magical artifact do you want to bring?"

Yang Guang smiled mysteriously: "Don't ask, the answer is simply a dimensional reduction attack."

"Mr. Zhao, send me the address."

"Tonight at 11 PM, I'll personally come to your door and meet your dog, the one who likes to walk with his hands behind his back!"

Mr. Zhao nodded in agreement and immediately had Zhou Dacheng send over the address. He also insisted on giving Yang Guang a check as a deposit.

Yang Guang naturally accepted it without hesitation.

Money, you know.

These were all bricks and tiles that helped the Yang family prosper and flourish.

The more the better.

We left the Western restaurant.

Holding the porcelain cup, Chu Sheng leaned closer to Yang Guang and asked, "Brother Guang, what was that 'secret weapon' you mentioned earlier, the one that comes with a perfect match in your field?"

"Are you suggesting I use that broken, lightning-struck wooden sword of yours to stab a dog?"

Yang Guang slapped Chu Sheng's bald head.

"Stab your grandpa!"

"Do you really need a lightning-struck wooden sword to deal with a possessed dog?"

"I'm taking Er Lengzi away. As the saying goes, only magic can defeat magic, and only a dog truly understands a dog!"

"Let that husky with its perpetually thick Northeastern accent teach this pretentious German Shepherd a lesson!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng's eyes widened instantly, and his fat jiggled with excitement: "Amitabha! Brother Guang's insight is brilliant!"

"If that simpleton were to unleash his fury, that dog definitely wouldn't be able to withstand two of his insults!"

Night fell.

A high-end detached villa area in the south of Fengdu City.

A pink old-man's car, in an extremely incongruous manner, screeched to a halt in front of the most luxurious villa, number 6.

As soon as the passenger door opened, a figure in black and white jumped out.

Yang Guang followed closely behind.

Followed by.

Chu Sheng, clutching a large porcelain cup, struggled to pull himself out of the back row.

A husky with heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, shook its fur on the lawn.

It's that simpleton!

At this moment, this creature still had a bell hanging around its neck, from which a faint wisp of yin energy emanated. Inside the bell was the yin messenger who had been beaten senseless.

Jia Youcai parked his car and came over: "Brother, this villa looks like it has good feng shui, but it's a bit eerie."

Yang Guang glanced at the brightly lit but lifeless villa and sneered.

"Can it not be creepy?"

"The main gate faces north, and the water feature blocks negative energy; it's a typical basin that gathers yin energy."

"This Mr. Zhao has managed to build such a large business; he must have had some extraordinary luck. But this house is bound to cause trouble sooner or later."

The voice just fell.

Mr. Zhao and Mr. Zhou got out of a Mercedes-Benz parked nearby and walked over to greet them.

When General Manager Zhao stepped forward and saw Yang Guang, his face, which was covered in dark circles, immediately showed an expression as if he had seen a savior.

"Master Yang, you've finally arrived! We've been waiting here for so long!"

Zhou Dacheng, wiping away cold sweat, chimed in, "Yes, Master, once it gets dark, this villa looks creepy."

Mr. Zhao nervously pointed to the brightly lit villa number 6: "I just checked the surveillance footage in the car, and my dog, Dahei, is still inside the house."

"He's sprawled out on the sofa right now, and he's even watching TV with the remote!"

"So we don't need to go in, right?"

"Could you please go in and help me resolve this?"

Yang Guang chuckled upon hearing this; this ghost possessing him actually had quite the refined taste.

He nodded, then turned to look at Jia Youcai, who was peeking around nearby, and asked with a half-smile, "Old Jia, since you're already here, why don't you come in with us?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Youcai reacted as if his tail had been stepped on, his hair standing on end.

He shook his head like a rattle drum, with a really big swing.

"No, no, I'm not going!"

Jia Youcai took two steps back with a righteous air, patted his chest, and said, "Brother, look at General Manager Zhao and General Manager Zhou, two big bosses, outside. What if they run into some swindlers?"

"I must stay here and protect the two bosses from outside!"

"You young people are full of energy, you can go in!"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes, knowing that this old swindler would run faster than anyone else when faced with real trouble.

"OK."

"Then you can stay here and protect the emperor."

Yang Guang waved his hand, not insisting.

He led Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi, swaggering towards the villa gate.

We arrived at the door.

Yang Guang reached out and pushed open the heavy door.

As the door slowly opened, a gust of cold wind, carrying a fishy and chilling smell, rushed in...